The Westing Game Novels & Stories

Good. Putting an extra say in my hips, I walked slowly over to him. I ran a finger down the valley between my boobs and his eyes followed the movement, flaring with heat. “When you walk, it’s like a revelation.” He rasped, throat bobbing as I came closer to him. Even though his eyes were filled with heat, he stepped back. “I’m not up for one of your games, Laura.” I cocked a brow. “Who said it’s a game?”

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

That person who almost succeeded still failed in the end, didn't they? I still felt uneasy. Where exactly did that mute maid go wrong? With only three minutes left on the countdown. Alice spent all her points to exchange for an item called [Camouflage Potion]—it allowed one to perfectly disguise their scent and aura as a wolf Omega. She was gambling everything. "No time to hesitate." Alice looked at us. "I choose the identity: [Castle Laundry Maid (Omega)]. Is anyone willing to come with me?" In the crowd, my usually silent Second Sister, Sofia, raised her hand.

West suggested. "Why am I always the distraction?" Willa whined as they walked to the side door again. "You're the one with boobs. Use them. He's a mafia dude. We both know that I'm most likely not what he's looking for. At least, not that he'll ever admit." West smirked. Willa shook her head and walked out the door as West hid near the inside of the door. "I fucking hate this part." Willa muttered as she tucked her weapons away to hide them.

Dickson must have sent them to intercept us the moment he was kicked out of the bar. “Let’s not waste our time, ladies,” Westley said, a crooked, mean-spirited grin spreading across his face. He was flanked by three other guys, all dressed in heavy hoodies and baggy cargo pants, looking like pure trouble. “Me and my guys just need you to bring out the cash old Picasso paid you for the shift. Think of it as a local tax for bringing all that heat to our town.”

Eros’ POV “Speak to me,” I snap at Isaiah, coming out of my car. He was trying his best not to stammer. The fire at West wing managed to be put out. I need to know if this was just an accident or an attempt to ruin me. West wing was one of the crucial part of the West Inc. It was known as the West wing ever since 2020. Sara, the head of the stylist department then managed to come up with a fabulous idea of an angel with wings. It was her contribution that brought to the success of West Inc. Simple, yet elegant. This was because the material used to make the wings were made out of real gold, refined and made thin. It was the most expensive outfit trend of the year.

Weston whispered, his voice vibrating with rage that made Greg’s eyes widen in genuine terror, "I will personally bury you so deep that no one will ever find your body. Do you understand me?" Greg gasped for air, his face turning completely red as Weston’s grip choked him. He nodded quickly, his entire body shaking. Weston threw him away like a piece of dirty rags. Across the lawn, Weston caught sight of his daughter, Maisie. She was laughing loudly, thoroughly distracted in the heavily secured children’s area with a group of her cousins. The private guards he had paid a fortune for were standing at the perimeter, hyper-vigilant. She was safe. Weston turned on his heel and stormed away from

He walked towards them while loosening his tie and looked directly at Nick's eyes. "It's bad," West whispered. Nick gave him a what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about look which is pretty much what everyone has on their faces. Edward stuck out his tongue and brush his fingers against his hair as he pushes them backward, he has no time for this. Who knows what Louis is doing with Hailey right now. West threw the envelope on the coffee table and akimbo both his arms on his waist. He pursed his lips looking tired as if he was chased 24/7.

They love him for it. “Hey, sis.” Weston takes off his boots and crosses the room. I set my coffee down and stand, welcoming him with a hug. “Haven’t seen you in a while.” “I know. I’ve been swamped at work.” “How’s the Batmobile coming?” he asks with a smirk. Weston’s a cop, and together we keep the Batmobile theory alive in Jacob’s mind. “Will you two stop already!” Mom steps over Boots and scoops up Jackson. “Poor Jacob actually believes you.”